Above this marble prison
Sweet and blessed dawn
Raindrops falling
drowning my pain...
There will be beds, full of light odours blent,
Divans, great couches, deep, profound as tombs,
And, grown for us in light magnificent,
Over the flower stand there will droop strange blooms.
...Baudelaire
At my side the Demon writhes forever,
Swimming around me like impalpable air;
As I breathe, he burns my lungs like fever
And fills me with an eternal guilty desire.
...Baudelaire.
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I see very interesting indeed
Baudelaire was a great poet...I love this one!
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